Relix
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- timewastington, capitol of procastor
It was highly uncommon for rituals to happen on the Planet of Terafula, normally a planet rich in soil that brought forth a massive magnitude worth crops. Wild beast plump and fat. Air clean and pure. It wasn't until foreign beings landed on the planet did everything start going a muck, their large heads, massive bodies. Those were the males. Smaller, light skinned were the females, much like humans - these alien women had their means to stick out from their population, often alluring young Human males to their settlements, only for those boys to never to return.
That was why they must sacrifice one of the alien's young, sacrifice it to the planetary Goddess who had turned her back on the planet. With her dismissal, wildlife began to dwindle. Crops stopped growing, soil becoming ruined. Water drying up.
The candles were light for a specific purpose, the young alien female bound at her wrists and ankles, unconscious for what was about to happen. The first settlers had found these grounds months after finally settling here, legend believes that these Humans once made sacrifices to the planetary Goddess so that she could look over the planet for future generations. It was time to set things right.
Light hums could be heard from the eight hooded, cloaked males. Each standing at the exact height of six foot two, board shouldered. Muscular with the strength to match, they weren't much of a cult. They were simply following what their leader had read in the book he stumbled across, dating back to the first settlements, journaling how the lands weren't cooperating. . . only becoming rich after a unexplained sacrifice. The leader was a taller man, six foot four. Sun-kissed skin, earned from working under the sun - much like every Human of the settlement. They worked for their living, prior to their foreign invaders; everything worked out just right.
"Sha'ik'arah!" Shouted the leader, arms flailing out as his brethren dropped to their knees, praying in-sync. Their chants echoing through the vicinity of the ritual grounds, "We give this life to you! It is our offer to bring back what you had taken away, your gift is all we seek! Rid the planet of our nuisance and we shall rejoice! Give back what you had honored us with many centuries ago and we shall rejoice!"
Placing his left hand on the dagger, the male holding it up over his head as he dropped to his knees near beside their alien sacrifice. A quick, downward thrust. The body underneath his blade flailing breathlessly as the blood began to stream down from the altar, the leader of the cult silently praying to Sha'ik'arah, their planetary goddess.
That was why they must sacrifice one of the alien's young, sacrifice it to the planetary Goddess who had turned her back on the planet. With her dismissal, wildlife began to dwindle. Crops stopped growing, soil becoming ruined. Water drying up.
The candles were light for a specific purpose, the young alien female bound at her wrists and ankles, unconscious for what was about to happen. The first settlers had found these grounds months after finally settling here, legend believes that these Humans once made sacrifices to the planetary Goddess so that she could look over the planet for future generations. It was time to set things right.
Light hums could be heard from the eight hooded, cloaked males. Each standing at the exact height of six foot two, board shouldered. Muscular with the strength to match, they weren't much of a cult. They were simply following what their leader had read in the book he stumbled across, dating back to the first settlements, journaling how the lands weren't cooperating. . . only becoming rich after a unexplained sacrifice. The leader was a taller man, six foot four. Sun-kissed skin, earned from working under the sun - much like every Human of the settlement. They worked for their living, prior to their foreign invaders; everything worked out just right.
"Sha'ik'arah!" Shouted the leader, arms flailing out as his brethren dropped to their knees, praying in-sync. Their chants echoing through the vicinity of the ritual grounds, "We give this life to you! It is our offer to bring back what you had taken away, your gift is all we seek! Rid the planet of our nuisance and we shall rejoice! Give back what you had honored us with many centuries ago and we shall rejoice!"
Placing his left hand on the dagger, the male holding it up over his head as he dropped to his knees near beside their alien sacrifice. A quick, downward thrust. The body underneath his blade flailing breathlessly as the blood began to stream down from the altar, the leader of the cult silently praying to Sha'ik'arah, their planetary goddess.